Smaug Dragonheart

Hello, and welcome to my portfolio on Smaug Dragonheart - My oc in FF14 on Mateus. I mainly do NSFW Gposes and ERP; but I am a huge fan of roleplay in general. If you are looking to do any NSFW Gposes or ERP: please DM me about rates on discord, or if you would prefer sfw roleplay please feel free to message me a schedule or a session you have planned! Enjoy some of my SFW content down below, and check out my FC's Carrd as well, perhaps you'll have found yourself a new home through me!ALSO! I am an Echo @ Midnight Echoes, their carrd is the little location icon down below, they are a wonderful Roleplay venue that is above board and classy, but you can book certain staff for some NSFW fun time~ please make sure to give them a look!If you are interested about his lore: there's a long synopsis of events that lead up to joining Final Fantasy 14 down at the lore button. Be warned; it will have spoilers for LOTR, but not much. AND IT IS VERY LONG AND ABOVE ALL ELSE : HE IS NOT AN AU'RA.and if you are here for some spicy teases: click the NSFW Poses button.

Smaug's Lore

Life upon Dragonstar was peaceful that was of course before the Omicrons attacked. Despite the overwhelming advantage that Dragons had with their biology, the fight was quickly determined to have no end that was favorable for the peaceful residents, and with that Midgardsormr took his 7 eggs and made his escape, as the Dragons cursed his exit, they completely missed one of their kin had the same idea. Young Smaug had watched the older Dragons fight to preserve the home and life as they had known it, and yet he also saw the fight that Midgardsormr had with the Omicron superweapon, Omega, and while everyone was focused on the great Dragon he quickly made his escape, heading away from his only home he had ever known.Smaug travelled far and wide, jumping from planet to planet trying to find a place to call home, his constant traveling away from aether currents started to have an effect on his biology, turning him from a peaceful entity into a bloodthirsty creature fueled more for its insatiable lust for treasures and blood, his scales became hardened by their constant travel until it was the most unique part about him, impenetrable armor that made him feel invincible to those who would stand in his way, and at the height of his cursed existence he found a world that he could call his own for a while: Middle Earth.
Smaug came during the third age, and quickly found that a similar race to his own had continued to lay siege and waste to the people and creatures of this world, he followed in their footsteps, conquering and devouring where he went, building his ego as survivors went on to call him the "Last Great Dragon of Middle-Earth," and sparked a passion for hoarding titles as well as his feeding into his problematic ego that only further enabled his bad habits, and so he went on his wild power trip, plundering and pillaging until he was infamous for it.He heard whispers on the wind, stories of a lone mountain that was filled to the brim with golden hoards and gleaming gems that was too much for any one nation to spend; he heard tales of dwarves who had made this mountain their home, dwarves that had spent generations moving from place to place as they lost battles to keep what was theirs. Easy pickings. His journey south was swift, his wings were majestic in spite of the being he had devolved into; he was primal, a force of nature made manifest, a flame that would not be quenched or stopped. He descended upon the Dwarves swiftly, and as he was laying siege to the Erebor gates, the men of Dale came to their defense, attempting to flank the Wyvern. It was the last act that the Dale people would make, as Smaug shifted his attention; his ire to the neighbors who thought themselves dragonslayers. His fury was swift, and vengeful, he killed all that attempted to escape and all that attempted to hunt. Yet in a moment of pure luck; the King of Dale had stumbled upon a treasure that was worth much more than the hoards of gold that he desired, arrows blackened like night, yet; the magic tied to them was beyond this world.The ammunition that was flung to Smaug's hide was made from a meteor that was old and ancient, known for its affinity for killing magical beasts, the King of Dale had stockpiled them in an event like this; arrows that were laced with Aether. Smaug made bombing runs at the lone defender, not daring to back down- his prize was so close to hand, and he would not be stopped, he would not be repelled. His ego became his undoing; arrow after arrow never found its place, the hardened scales of Smaug was impenetrable, but what he had not predicted was that this was decided upon by the gods themselves. A glancing shot managed to knock off a scale of his- yet the the Dragon had took his vengeance swiftly; as the Last King of Dale was made into a smoldering pile of ash.Twice as furious as before, Smaug flew to the Lonely Mountain of Erebor, the stone gates fell to him quickly; and the Dwarves were not as prepared as the Dale people. The Dragon consumed and played with the people of Erebor, burning those who attempted to escape- unknowing of the few that made their retreat away from their home made into a place of slaughter through a secret door, distracted by the many meals that scampered around helplessly, unable to hide from his gaze; and unable to find an exit themselves. When he finally had killed and consumed the last of the dwarves, he slumped over to his prize; fattened and exhausted he slithered underneath piles of gold that the dwarves had spent generations collecting and hibernated for a hundred years.The rest of his life was accounted in the works of the Barrel Rider who witnessed the last great dragon of Middle earth pass from their world; yet not out of existence. For atop the blackened tower of Barad-dûr Sauron worked tirelessly, fetching bones and flesh to cobble together a creation vile and disturbing; his plan to have the Wyvern on his side would not be easily dissuaded, and if he could not have him in life, he would hold dominion over Smaug in his death.Smaug awoke- his body was in constant pain, and as he looked to inspect himself he realized the absolute horror of what had been done to him. Yet before he managed to come to terms or form a single thought other than recoiling in horror at the form he took; Sauron spoke to him in the dark speech native to the land of Shadows. The Necromancer had bound the Drake to a crystal that was much alike to the Arkenstone that Smaug had coveted in his life, he had made him into an undead Dragon, bound to the person who would carry the crystal so long as he was bound to the curse of undeath. The gem was large, and contained a fiery essence inside; Smaug's soul, the exterior was covered in runes native to this world; and native to his home on Dragon star. Smaug knew not of how the Necromancer was capable of knowing magics of that world, and he would never know; for before the ethereal eye could give him any commands, it looked back to Mount Doom in horror, the ring wraiths atop their lesser drakes flew that direction quickly, and the orcs that held the soul cage gem faltered a bit, looking around nervously unaware of what was going on. Yet the Dragon knew what was going to happen next; He swiped the orcs off the tower, and grasped the gem as he flew off; a wraith attempted went to follow, but the Eye shook uncontrollably. The tower begun to crumble as the disgusting creature that was not allowed to rest after dying so far away from his home flew away; cast out from his flesh, cast aside from his peace, and now nothing more than a forgotten myth that children would laugh and delight in.Smaug flew for what seemed like years: he wandered far far away from the one who violated him in such a way that he would never feel safe in his existence again; finally in a distant land, amidst a range of mountains he found a cave that was large enough to hold him. He landed upon the rocky cliffs with a crash, not used to the uneven body, the cobbled together mess that composed him; or the unfamiliar magics that now coursed through his decayed veins. He circled a cold part of the cave, and slowly fell to slumber; trying to forget the existence he was unwillingly brought back into. Yet his slumber was not lonely.Shortly after he fell asleep; a woman cold and frightened clutching a pair of twins, wandered towards the cave; feeling the massive amount of heat that came from its entrance, she passed through the blizzard that she had given birth to not long ago; desperate for a place to rest and be safe, sought after relentlessly by the fathers of the two. She stepped inside and witnessed the unholy abomination that almost seemed to mirror her own misfortune, and somehow, despite the massive threat this creature posed, she found the courage to step closer, and woke the beast.She was a vampire who had nothing left; betrayed by those who had once been her friends, and sought after by the fathers of her darling children. Smaug looked down at the shivering vampire, clutching two newborn babies who seemed to radiate very different energies; and for the first time in what seemed like thousands of years, he knew peace. He made room among the warmed spot he had made for himself, and beckoned the vampire over. She rested for the first time in weeks and slept soundly as he watched over her diligently.The two became fast friends, and the aspirations of Prin had quickly brought more to the pair's side, as they together stumbled upon an ancient kingdom that almost seemed to pull Prin to it's halls. Generations passed, and Smaug learned to hone more and more of the magics that he was cursed with, still unable to ever be comfortable in the body he was stuck in, he became respected as Prin became the queen of the illustrious Crimson Keep, the two worked tirelessly along with many others who stumbled into the Keep's territory.As hundreds of years of peace passed; Smaug and one of the twins fell in love, she was an Angel that was a complete miracle for a Vampire to give birth to: untouched by any unholy undeath or any vile curses that her brother inherited from his father and from Prin herself. The two were inseparable for a time, and quickly had children of their own. A boy and a girl that they raised together in peace as the kingdom of crimson continued to flourish under the rule of Prin, and the watchful eye of Smaug.Yet the passage of time is relentless and ever flowing; Prin retired to her bedroom and fell into a deep sleep that no one would ever be able to wake her from, and the dilligent Treasurer took up the mantle of ruling over the kingdom in her stead, the son of Prin was filled with rage for this moment, not knowing that this was a decision that his mother had long ago decided back during the kingdom's inception. The Prince tussled with Smaug, who did little to fight back, waved the prince off; trying his best to explain to him that this was the only course of action. The Prince left, and the Angel broken hearted that her family was broken apart and reduced to nothing, slowly fell out of love with the Old Wyvern, who spent most of his time looking after the kingdom that was slowly falling to the passage of time.Decades passed, and Smaug's children had flown from the coop, the resident's of Crimson Keep slowly left to live out the rest of their lives amongst meadows and pastures, or slept endlessly in peaceful beds undisturbed by any. Smaug wandered the halls that shifted and enlarged to fit his draconic frame, bound to it's service and the sole guardian left behind watching after the sleeping residents. The castle had always had a mind of its own, always shifting and changing, had realized that it's time upon this world has reached it's end, and the kingdom that had once flourished in the lands of Middle Earth disappeared from the plane, and traveled to different planes of existence. All the while Smaug wandered and maintained his ever watchful gaze upon the Keep.Just as he was about to give up hope, as he was slinking back to his lair and to fall into eternal sleep he could hear the call of his native tongue. Dragons from Dragonstar calling out for more of their kin; screams that were thousands of galaxies away, a promise of safety, a promise of home. So the Dragon who had had known hardship; who had grown to love and grown to stay loyal to a keep that he had helped flourish, set out and abandoned his post, just as he did so very long ago. Smaug took flight; his decaying flesh and wobbly bones creaking under the pressure, yet he looked back as he never once did in all of his life, he stopped and he hesitated, and before he could go back to the home he had grown so fond of: The Crimson Keep decided for him; and vanished from sight.Smaug sat there in the void of space, looking at the spot his home had once been at, he blinked several times trying to see if it disappeared into some magical mists, and yet it was simply just gone. He had no other choice but to answer the call of his kin. So he flew, endlessly did he fly never once stopping, his undead form groaning from the pressure, but the pain from existence had been something he had gotten used to for so long. The only possession that he managed to bring with him was the soul cage, the crystal that brought him so much pain and so much hardship, a jailor that whispered to him constantly, a lover that relentlessly attempted to seduce him to find another world and commit atrocities anew, his only companion as he flew for eons, hoping to find another home.When he finally neared the planet of Etheirys; Smaug's body quickly began to shift in response to the Aether that surrounded the world. His bones began to crack and break; his flesh started to turn to dust, at first he was angered, enraged that he would make all this effort to die here. Yet something inside him knew this wasn't the end, so he let the change go uncontested he closed his eyes and fell to the earth. When he awoke, he was surrounded on all sides by Dragons, and for a moment he was truly happy; then he looked on to them, and realized they were lesser beings, they were not the same Dragons he had left on dragonstar so long ago, but decedents that had long became weak with time.Just as he was about to bellow out a fiery rage, he went to grasp one of the dragonkin's hands who had outstretched it in attempts to help; and instead of his Wyvernous wing, a humanoid hand had taken its place. He looked down at himself in horror as once again he had been stripped of the form he had grown accustomed to; there were scales and talons and claws, but there were revealed flesh; parts where he should be armored: was fiery red skin. He moved to a nearby puddle of water and looked at his face: and saw that he almost appeared mortal, the body was unfamiliar to him: he had never seen anything like it of its sort. Yet there was a small comfort, he felt no continuous pain that haunted him, he could feel blood flowing through him; fiery and uncontrollable, he could feel his heart pumping and as he looked to the crystal that resided in the crater surrounded still by the Dragonkin that had gone to him: it lay dormant, just a single sliver of his soul left behind.He was finally free of his curse, and in a world where he knew he could belong.